He dreams of her at nights,
or maybe not, we'll never know—
sleep is a steel box
we can’t unclasp.
If he's woken sharply
the truth leaks
and he learns,
too late, if she was
with him.
Only briefly:
the memory
fades, like
waves into sand.
Most nights, he sleeps
fine, and wakes blind
to what he dreamt of.
Her presence with him,
in him, indeterminate.
Unobserved, she lives
in him, and doesn't.
Uri Bram is the publisher of Words We Need Now, a comic about words that don't exist, and the creator of the party game Person Do Thing.